Post by Fiona Hayes on Mar 22, 2012 22:28:52 GMT
Fiona let out a little scream when her computer went off indicating she’d made it through the firewall. She had set it at full volume to alert her that it’d gotten through and she’d hear it not matter where in the flat she had been, but had ended falling asleep with her head on her desk, groaning a tiny bit Fiona pulled a sticky note off of her face and looked at it. It had a list of programs she had been asked to break into a beef up after the whole incident with some nutter named Moren?, Merren?, Moriarty?, she had read it in the papers but she hadn’t really paid it that much attention.
She liked these little side projects though mostly because they didn’t care how she did it as long as it was done. Which was fine by her, she knew how to cover her tracks well. “Coffee.” She mumbled almost incoherently as she pushed away from her desk and headed into the apartments kitchen.
With coffee in hand Fiona sat back down at her desk, sipping her coffee before placing the cup next to her keyboard and eyeing the pack of cigarettes and lighter sitting on her desk. Sighing “Just one Fiona.” she’d been trying to quit so had been limiting herself to a couple a day, but when she was working on things dealing with computers and programming she tended to lose track, reaching over she picked up a cigarette out of the pack and lit it taking a long drag off of it before popping her knuckles and going to work. A mix of loud electronic and rock music pour from her speakers.
She liked these little side projects though mostly because they didn’t care how she did it as long as it was done. Which was fine by her, she knew how to cover her tracks well. “Coffee.” She mumbled almost incoherently as she pushed away from her desk and headed into the apartments kitchen.
With coffee in hand Fiona sat back down at her desk, sipping her coffee before placing the cup next to her keyboard and eyeing the pack of cigarettes and lighter sitting on her desk. Sighing “Just one Fiona.” she’d been trying to quit so had been limiting herself to a couple a day, but when she was working on things dealing with computers and programming she tended to lose track, reaching over she picked up a cigarette out of the pack and lit it taking a long drag off of it before popping her knuckles and going to work. A mix of loud electronic and rock music pour from her speakers.